The cash machine, is blue and green
For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee
I can spend 3 dollars and 63 cents
On diet Coca Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets and nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful this machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I want a good life with a nose for things
A fresh wind and bright skies To enjoy my sufferings
A hole without a key if I break my tongue
Speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come
All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees every time the doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache when I hear myself sing
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute the ashes of American flags
And all the falling leaves filling up shopping bags